Frank Allan's Big News
After days of confusion, worry and massive amounts of nerviously consumed bowls of count chocula, Frank's results are in.
I walked into the vet's to give them a little what-for. They hadn't told me anything about my dog, even though I had sent him a few post cards, several stuffed animals and a large pinata filled with dog food. So I figured I had to go see the little pooch for myself.
I steped into the doctor's office.
"Hey doc, where's my dog?"
"What's your name."
"Bernard."
"You're full name."
"My friends all me Bernard. Arn't you my friend?"
The doctor looked at me funny. Maybe he wasn't my friend.
"Well my neighbor calls me "The Cream Cheese Man" after last halloween. But most other people call me "Bernard McArthy", or sometimes just "B McC", or if you're feeling extra cool, "Bernizle McArhizle."
He typed some stuff into the computer and told me my dog was just getting diagnosed.
JUST GETTING DIAGNOSED???
"That's crazier than a sea horse! And they are horses who breathe under water! Do you realize how crazy this makes this?"
The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry Mr. Mc Arthy, you're dog was doing ok until today. We had some backup due to some injured snakes a while ago."
I shrugged and walked into the office. There was Frank! I was so glad to see him I almost cried!
"Frank m'boy!" I yelled. "What's the matter with Frank, doctor?" I asked Frank's vet.
"Bernard," he said, looking me in the eye, "Frank Allan has puppies!"
That made me pause for a moment. "Boy dogs can have puppies?"
"No, Bernard. Frank is a GIRL."
My jaw dropped! Frank is a girl??? All those secrets we shared, all of those stories we told each other... and he never told me he was a girl.
Frank Allan's back home with me now. I'm not sure what we'll do with all theese puppies she'll have, but I'm sure someone nice like Joe will take a few. Until then, me and Frank are going to live it up. Buy one get 5 free cans of baked beans at Krogers: a night of CRAZYNESS!!!! I tried to invite Joe but apparently he's arragened plans with a traveling troupe of clowns, so he won't be able to.
I walked into the vet's to give them a little what-for. They hadn't told me anything about my dog, even though I had sent him a few post cards, several stuffed animals and a large pinata filled with dog food. So I figured I had to go see the little pooch for myself.
I steped into the doctor's office.
"Hey doc, where's my dog?"
"What's your name."
"Bernard."
"You're full name."
"My friends all me Bernard. Arn't you my friend?"
The doctor looked at me funny. Maybe he wasn't my friend.
"Well my neighbor calls me "The Cream Cheese Man" after last halloween. But most other people call me "Bernard McArthy", or sometimes just "B McC", or if you're feeling extra cool, "Bernizle McArhizle."
He typed some stuff into the computer and told me my dog was just getting diagnosed.
JUST GETTING DIAGNOSED???
"That's crazier than a sea horse! And they are horses who breathe under water! Do you realize how crazy this makes this?"
The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry Mr. Mc Arthy, you're dog was doing ok until today. We had some backup due to some injured snakes a while ago."
I shrugged and walked into the office. There was Frank! I was so glad to see him I almost cried!
"Frank m'boy!" I yelled. "What's the matter with Frank, doctor?" I asked Frank's vet.
"Bernard," he said, looking me in the eye, "Frank Allan has puppies!"
That made me pause for a moment. "Boy dogs can have puppies?"
"No, Bernard. Frank is a GIRL."
My jaw dropped! Frank is a girl??? All those secrets we shared, all of those stories we told each other... and he never told me he was a girl.
Frank Allan's back home with me now. I'm not sure what we'll do with all theese puppies she'll have, but I'm sure someone nice like Joe will take a few. Until then, me and Frank are going to live it up. Buy one get 5 free cans of baked beans at Krogers: a night of CRAZYNESS!!!! I tried to invite Joe but apparently he's arragened plans with a traveling troupe of clowns, so he won't be able to.
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